waking softly
I am filled with light
and a sudden investigation
offers a moment of precise knowing
hauntingly brief
the aching presence of time
swallows my bones
and I soften, open my heart
that painful morsel of truth
that I am not an instrument of your happiness
nor are you of mine
and I am staying
not running away
I am staying
in truth
in uncertain unleashing
of the next opening
my soul ajar
to the new, uncolored
still folded
in my pocket
a love letter you have yet to send
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